At the start of 2017, I am a third of the way through the much anticipated sequel. I can't wait to read it! If you want to be the first to know when it's available, use the contact form to request to be notified.
I'm so happy to share this with you! Thank you friends and fans of Joybroker - You make the spinning earth brighter. My new novel has just been released on Amazon - it's a ride I hope you'll find worth taking.
Flaws, physics, mystics and lots of chilled Reyka converge on an anti-healer’s twisted path of self-discovery. THE LOOK OF AMIE MARTINE is a novel set in Phoenix, L.A., Iceland, 13th century Persia and the fields of Elysium. Thirty-four-year-old Amie (as in the French, mon amie) is a reluctant healer with the ability to trespass and manipulate the fabric of reality.
Seven years ago, she buried her past on a lava field in Iceland and succeeded in never looking back — until now. As past inevitably collides with present, Amie must choose to shatter and open up her quietly exotic life, or burrow deeper into darkness.
Heartbreaking losses and mystic interventions – L.A. producers, Sufi poets, gritty NYC speakeasies – dangerous Dutch lovers, PTSD for actors – a sexy new take on Orpheus and Eurydice served with chasers of very, very, very cold Icelandic vodka… The LOOK has a vast, global scope with an intimacy you will not want to leave.
Good poetry depends on "integrity of the line" - a concept that suggests you should be able to pluck any individual line from a poem and it will stand on its own, with its own integrity. Living "in the moment" is like this. We craft a lifetime one breath at a time - out of billions of moments leading one into another, we become who we are here to be. The quality of the whole story depends on the integrity with which you imbue each moment.
Naturally, from the perspective of just one line, it's impossible to experience the art and presence of the whole poem. The same way you can't SEE a photograph by staring at a single pixel, you cannot read an entire poem in a single line. Which is the liberating beauty of living in the moment: there's no room for conclusion or judgment here because you can't see what it's all adding up to from inside the NOW. The big picture depends on what you express in this line - this pixel - this heartbeat in time - and the very best you can do is tend to what is right in front of you, trusting in the way your moment-to-moment presence manifests a meaningful body of work, the totality of which you may never actually know.
The clearest gift you can give yourself is to have NO Conclusions about anything, for everything is forever in-progress and Now is blind to the sum of what's becoming.
____ Now is the point of power.
____ Now is the gift to enjoy.
____ Now is the wellspring of all.
____ Now is the time to appreciate.
____ Now is the time to choose
____ to be free.
PS: There's another important element in any successful poem: the SPACE between the lines. The space in which nothing at all has been written, but through which all substance materializes. A joyful life story revolves around a calm, central core of possibility - the sweet, eternal emptiness inside the fullness of who you are.
The biggest misconception about enlightenment is that it's something you can't attain without escaping from the world of everyday experiences. People assume enlightenment requires a one-way trek to an elusive monastery where you'll submit to a way of life devoid of life!
The second most common misconception is that enlightenment is some kind of miracle or lightning bolt that relieves you of challenges, hassles and missteps while turning you into a lotus-gazing flibbertigibbet far removed from the madding crowd. On the contrary, to live in this world with an enlightened perspective puts you right in the heart of the party.
With compassion freely flowing and joy on tap, you WILL (thankfully) enjoy an absence of crazymaking on a daily basis. BUT, as long as your heart beats and your mind pulses, you'll have no shortage of grist for the grind. You'll just experience it much differently. You'll know how to extract great value from it and spend very little time feeling overwhelmed. You'll easily delight in dancing through it, expanding all the while your joyful awareness of who you really are.
True resilience never makes unreasonable demands on you. It's OK to have down time, to retreat from cheerfulness, to regroup, lament, grieve, feel overwhelmed, be uninspiring for a while. Your nature is fundamentally resilient, even when your mood is not, and you can trust it to take over the moment you release the struggle.
In dark moments, keep it simple. Reach for two big Os: Objectivity and Openness. Don't force either one, but remain *available* to both.
Seek the perspective of the sky, the view from the highest mountain, the vast perspective of the Mystery itself. Step back - way back - and look on this scene with unconditional affection and love. Remind yourself: in ten years, who knows what I will have kept or discarded from this experience?! Whatever happens, I'm willing to receive gifts in all shapes and sizes. I'm open to relief. I'm open to strength and laughter. I'm open to positive momentum and upbeat surprises. I'm open to what some may call miracles but my heart innately recognizes as evidence of my significance in the grand scheme of this unique life. I'm open.
I'm not my story; I am the one who lives it and I am also the one who witnesses it all from afar and cheers for more to come.
In the moment, when things are going "wrong" (maybe even in a big way) your true task is to remain open to receiving a brighter perspective. It's OK if it doesn't feel real to you right away - you're in the throes of something! - but your task is to invite it in. Just that. No matter what it is, how bad it feels, there is always an enlightened way to process it - and that way always - always! - feels much better.
Seek it - for it is seeking you.
Have you ever felt like someone's trying to control or manipulate you - to keep you in a box, so to speak? This dynamic is especially common between parents and kids, but it also plays out among friends, coworkers and lovers. It may help to understand: they're not actually trying to control _you_ or put you in a box; they're trying to keep _themselves_ safely and predictably contained in their own box - you, as far as they can sense, are one of the sides that holds that box together.
From within this box (aka ego/identity/mindset), they've cast you in a role that reinforces the structure of life as they expect it to be. When you change, move on, challenge assumptions or stake out a new path, you loosen that structure and it begins to feel precarious to them. No matter how much it seems like they're focused on controlling you, they're really just scared of changing themselves. Seeing it this way liberates you to have compassion for them without getting stuck in whatever drama they're creating. Your changes distress them in a way they can't articulate, not even to themselves. Just stay true to yourself and love them anyway. They will either let loose, or withdraw - it's not your job to decide which way for them to go.
PS: There's another, a more subtle aspect to this if you're willing to consider things from a symbolic vantage point. In the symbolic arena, what you see in others is a reflection of what you most need/want to illuminate within yourself. So if someone's pushing your buttons in this particular way (being controlling), there's a good chance you're trying to let go of some SELF-imposed restrictions - your ego's bristling in response, fighting for survival, and they're serving you by fleshing out the struggle before your eyes. Thank them for being a perfect mirror and helping you realize that's going on - now you can shake loose and move freely. It's all good. It's all rich territory, either way you look.
Most people mistake Yang and Yin as opposites. Hot and cold; night and day; hard and receptive. Each sounds like the opposite end of a spectrum. But it's more accurate to speak of Yin and Yang as complements. One doesn't make sense without the other; they complete the spectrum and provide meaningful context for all of the in-betweens.
Yang is action. Yin is substance. In the beginning, when nothing else existed, Yang was the impulse to make something out of nothing and Yin was the something that longed to be made. Two halves of one whole, each lurking within the other. Activity without substance is pointless. Substance without activity is worthless. So the two existed within the one, which was the thought that brought them together.
Thinking makes it so.
The thought of activity within substance brings that substance to life. The thought of substance within action brings that action into context. Thought is the beginning and the end of everything that results.
How you think - the way your mind is wired - defines the story of your life. Not a little bit, but completely. Information flows in from outside your mind, but all of it is acted upon by your mind before you accept or reject it. Which is a roundabout way of saying that there is no actual outside influence on who you are or what you make of yourself in this life.
You collect the data; you reject the data; you interpret the data; you invent, seek out or refine the data. You tune it out; you dial it up. You are the source of all thinking that choreographs the way Yin and Yang transform into your experience.
This is true whether you're consciously engaged or not. If you're stressed out, suffering, apathetic, bored, frustrated or overwhelmed, you're not yielding enlightened thought to your destiny. If you're turned on, congruent, empowered or, at the very least, interested, then you're consciously creating something worthwhile. You are the Big Bang.
Love liberates the soul.
Fear is not what you think.
Fear of going for it - fear of publicly being yourself - fear, aka timidity, hesitancy, waffling, avoidance, stage fright, being a wall flower in the scene of life's big dance party - is just a symptom of claustrophobia: the fear of small places.
Your psyche - your true self - the spirit-soul-eternal YOU - is vast beyond measure and wise beyond time. When you feel twinges of low self-esteem, when you mute the impulse to go for love, pursue your bliss, take that creative risk or put yourself "out there" you're feeling the knottedness that results from shoving your expansive truth into the tiny shell of limited identity.
The greater YOU doesn't give a damn what other people think and isn't worried about whether or not you'll fail or succeed - it (you) is here to experience the exhilaration of a purely hedonistic, expressive existence.
When you say yes to the inspiration to go for it, then give in to second thoughts or perceived outside opinion, you lock your expansive nature in a little bitty box and it feels raunchy.
Remember that you are more than this current identity. Remember that you dwell beyond concepts of success and failure. Remember that going for it is something you do simply for the pleasure of crossing illusory boundaries, soaring into the love of all that is possible and bright and discovering (rather than exposing) who you really are.
White noise to mimic blood flow in the womb. Rocking to simulate belly motion. Extra snug swaddling to recreate that ultra tucked-in security. Parents of newborns learn hardcore tricks to soothe a baby to sleep, strictly schooled by authors and pediatricians and neighborhood nannies. "It reminds them how it felt before birth." And so it must be good. If your baby likes to be swaddled, you've got it made. A simple tuck, tuck, tuck and it's sleep, sleep, sleep.
struck me today how odd it is that we try to recreate sensations of
being in the womb. Was that not the most confining, contorted time of
our life? Even more odd that it so often works. Here you are, set free
from months of dark, whirring, tangled entrapment and we soothe you by
binding, blasting and jostling you to sleep. Why does it work? You
wouldn't try to soothe a newly released captive by recreating the dank
torment of his prison, would you?
It must be ridiculously uncomfortable for many weeks before birth, but the newborn finds it comforting to hear those sounds and be held in similar positions. The reason is simple: familiarity. In that very first condition of life, there's no contrast for comparison. It's all we know. Once we enter the world, a variety of sensations present and overwhelm us. The input is extreme! So it feels "good" to go back into a familiar state. Never mind that other options feel better; we cling to what we know.
The same instinct to stick with what's familiar is at work in dysfunctional relationships, stubborn bad habits and self-sabotaging mindsets. The alternative - to break through, take a leap, walk away or say yes to something better - is an invitation to step beyond the familiar. The comfort zone may lack comfort entirely, but it keeps us lulled because we know it by heart.
Sachi never gave in to the swaddle and we finally gave up trying. No matter how expertly we wrapped and secured her blankets, she squirmed more expertly. While I lamented our failure because it meant less rest for us, I'm quietly glad she wanted to flail herself awake. Unswaddle yourself, my Love. "The world," as David Whyte said, "was meant to be free in."
Love is a state of mind; compassion is a state of mind. Through these states, we receive information that steers our actions.
Fear is also a state of mind; self-consciousness, cynicism, morality (whatever your brand) - these are also mental gates through which we filter information. Today, let love trump fear. Let compassion read you the news of the hour. -joybroker, Facebook status posted 01.20.10
The single most effective antidote to stress and the most reliable catalyst for joy. The ability to tune in, to be intellectually curious before being emotionally reactive. Explore what compassion is and, more importantly, is not.
A state of being at odds with reality and/or with oneself. Genuine hardships, physical pain, disappointment and frustrations abound in life; no getting around that fact. Suffering results when we forget we cannot see the whole picture from inside the moment and we try to micromanage the Universe, outthink God or alter what is without understanding the value of the experience.
Should not be confused with being a doormat. Acceptance is a state of mind that is purely receptive and available to insight. Rather than spending energy arguing against the current reality, an accepting state of mind relaxes, steps back and tunes in with compassion and detachment. You can accept that something is unacceptable.
Consistent emotional wellbeing infused with appreciation for the way things are in the moment and optimistic curiosity about what's to come. Joy stabilizes the heart, puts the mind at ease and energizes connectedness and belonging. It is a heightened creative state that refreshes and inspires from within.
Why do we feel compelled to be "brutally honest" when being "cheerfully honest" is an option?
Why must mistakes become "painfully obvious" when recognizing them could be "joyfully obvious" - a sigh of relief.
Why do we "wrestle with our demons" when we could "dance with" or "laugh at" or "kiss our demons goodbye" instead?
Why do we assume the subconscious is our hidden well of "darkness" when it also contains our untapped light?
Why do we take "long, hard looks" at ourselves when we could take "wise, loving looks" just as easily . . . and benefit twice as much.
five rhetorical questions
Laurie Perez, Facebook Note 09.08.09
When school and mosque and minaret
get torn down, then dervishes can
have their community. Not until
faithfulness turns to betrayal and
betrayal into trust can any human
being become part of the truth.
If you haven't been betrayed, I mean seriously turned inside-out by betrayal, then you're not fully alive yet. That's ok; don't worry. You'll get your chance.
It's pretty well guaranteed here on planet Earth that someone will betray you and that you will betray someone, too. Which, by the way, if you haven't betrayed someone yourself and done the work of acknowledging it (at least to yourself), then you're still not fully turned on to how infinitely incredible this journey is.
It is a beautiful trip, this life! Every twist and turn.
When you're enrolled in the course of Self-Cultivation, there are some intense, requisite classes you have to pass to earn your degree. Not all of them are gut-wrenching, I promise, though some will necessarily tear you to shreds. Your wealth is inside these rips and tears. Your shining, enlightened self dwells in shards of grief and joy, wisely standing by to will you through each class. Most of us end up flunking out and repeating courses again and again; no worries. The good news is: no matter how many times you fail, you can pass the class the moment - the MOMENT - you get the truth.
Among those requisites, I see the following, in no particular order:
Falling in Love
Grief and Loss
Leaving your Zipcode
Following your Bliss (finding out what that is, then
doing something constructive with it....)
Succeeding beyond your Measure (in a way that scares the helloutofyou)
This isn't an exhaustive list, just the major courses that have studded my own curriculum so far. I've taken and retaken many of these and keep signing up (often without realizing it!) to get this truth discovered. Of all of these classes, I find that betrayal bugger is the most daunting for my fellow classmates. We just can't seem to get past it.
We can't get past it because we don't know how to wield this thing called TRUST to the benefit of our full empowerment. Trust is the emotional boogeyman lurking in the shadows of the good life.
Are you nodding?
Is trust a nemesis to your calm?
Is it a four letter word in your lexicon?
Let me make it simple, then.
You can't trust anyone.
Not a soul. You canNOT trust anyone or anything.
This is not a cynical statement!
I would follow that last assertion by encouraging you to trust me, but if you take my words to heart, then you really can't trust me. The only person you need to learn to trust is you. Trusting others is irrelevant to your happiness. All that matters is whether or not you can trust You.
ability to trust yourself
and everyone else is
off the hook. Which
makes life so much
so how is my declaration that you "can't trust anyone" not a cynical statement? You can't trust anybody? Doesn't that mean you have to be constantly and consistently suspicious, guarded, pessimistic, disconnected and withholding, preparing to be let down and bitter for the rest of your life?
It means just the opposite. It liberates you to let go of suspicion, to fire the bouncers at your heart's entrance, to be wildly optimistic, to prepare for nothing and receive everything, to connect connect connect and give all you've got without ever losing.
The other day I was watching a TV show in which a girl was stuck in a relationship with a guy who kept beating her up, then telling her he loved her to win her back. The girl's friends were understandably none-to-thrilled with this arrangement and coached her to leave the guy in the dust. One friend pleaded: "Anybody who really loved you couldn't do this to you!"
It sounds logical when you first hear it. Clearly, this was not a healthy dating scenario. But the logic falls apart on inspection.
Because people who love you CAN do "this" to you. It's entirely possible the guy did legitimately love the girl he was abusing. In which case, love isn't the issue; trust is. Not her ability to trust him, but her ability to trust herself.
Humans are imperfect creatures. We get tangled easily in our own frazzled emotions and the various leashes we use to tether ourselves to our pasts, our expectations and our ideas of what the world is supposed to be like. As Ruiz so luminously points out in The Four Agreements though: we're all just doing the best we can. In any given moment, we are literally doing the best we can. It doesn't mean our "best" can't or shouldn't evolve from there, merely that it is the best we've got right now. When you learn to believe this and apply it liberally, you realize that you cannot trust anyone to do any better than what they're doing - a realization that sets you free.
You can't trust anyone because people will contradict themselves inside out and upside down all the time. Her friends are dead wrong when they tell her that he wouldn't beat her up IF he loved her. I wholeheartedly believe Love is a Verb, but often our actions have nothing to do with the love we feel for the person on the receiving end.
If you love me, you'll show me by the way you treat me.
Granted: the most enjoyable experience of love is governed by conscientious, loving gestures and tangible evidence. The highest expression of love is experienced through behavior which reflects its depth and light. The most nourishing relationships thrive on and amplify the love-verb in action.
For LOVE to be active this way, the person must first have enough self-esteem to allow it to decide what follows.
We have abundant examples of people who love tremendously but whose actions fail to show it; in fact, their actions often contradict the truth of that love because they don't have the self-esteem to allow their impulses to come from that place first and last. Parents who unleash their stress by yelling at their kids, even when they love beyond definition. Spouses who say really stupid, mean things in the heat of the moment, even when they just need a hug more than anything else. The best friend who hits on his buddy's girlfriend in an inebriated moment of delirium, even though he really loves his friend. The co-worker who sabotages her friend's rising status in the company even though she loves her and values her friendship; she's just terrified of being less.
The one who injures the other, in spite of love. The one who neglects the other, in spite of love. The one who leaves, who lies, who forgets, who lets you down, who bankrupts you, who tells you they'll stop but secretly keeps on... in spite of love... in spite of good intentions, mutual need, respect or other signs of sanity.
If you live your life thinking you need to trust him or her or that you have to prove to them that they can trust you, then you're in for a lot of repeat classes in the betrayal curriculum. You cannot trust them. Even when they love you. And they can't trust you, even when you love them. The only person whose trust matters is your own for yourself.
your need to trust them (a pithy way of saying your need for them to
fulfill expectations for how they behave in your story) - replace that
need with the big C:
c . o . m . p . a . s . s . i . o . n
Understand: I'm not advocating blind acceptance, gullibility or unearned sympathy. What I'm saying is that you do not have to trust them in order to accept the reality of their human limitations, their "stuff." The compassionate view sees things as they are, no more weight than that. Accept the fact that your fellow humans, your cohort in this crazy school of life, are imperfect and then trust yourself to be ok with that, regardless.
To get to this level of emotional agility, you have to trust yourself and become saturated with your own self-esteem. A parent who's emotions and actions run from a deep, active inner core of self-love, honored intuition and emotional stamina will be less likely to lose it with the kids. A spouse whose inner joy guides the conversation will be less likely to lash out or take it personally when things don't go as planned. A friend with genuine inner integrity will forgive a moment's indiscretion and/or forego it for the larger value.
And a girl who trusts herself to be good to herself will not hang one more day with a guy who leaves her black and blue, physically or emotionally. A friend who trusts himself will not hang one more day with a buddy who's not really honoring him. A grown up child who's built a strong sense of self will not linger one more day inside the memory of what mom or dad did or did not do to shape their early view of the world. Nor will (s)he hold others to an impossible standard of expectations fueled by the residue of past heartache. Forgiveness will feel like the easier option. Moving on will not necessarily mean the end of loving. Letting go will mean lightening up. For good.
I can't trust you.
I don't need to trust you.
I believe in you.
I believe in your value in my story.
I believe in your desire for love and your deepest wishes to be a healthy, happy, loving, jolly old soul.
I want that, too.
My love is UNconditional. It cannot be "earned." It cannot be "lost." My love for you bypasses all of the BS and baloney and simply IS what it is. It's durable and lasting. It lives beyond the betrayal, the breakup, the move, your death or the disappearance of the fun we once had together.
On the other hand,
my TRUST is not unconditional. It is wholly conditional. It must be earned (cultivated over time). My trust can be won. It can be lost.
And all of that is completely irrelevant to my joy.
am free to love you even when I can't trust you. Trust is not a
condition for love and love is not a condition for trust! Because I
trust myself, I can love easily and immediately. If you meet me
there, great. We'll have a ball! But if you bring on the ugly, if you
repeatedly let me down, if you can't get it together, I'm free to love
and walk away.
always wishing you well.
For some people,
this world ain't ever
gonna be right.
Is that supposed to
let me off the hook?
There is no hook, my
friend. There's only
what we do.
scene from Wyatt Earp,by Dan Gordon + Lawrence Kasdan...
"Gravity is attractive. This is true whether we
picture gravity as a force (following Newton) or
as geometry (following Einstein). It's common sense. The earth pulls
us toward its center
rather than kicking us into the skies."
Joao Magueijo, theoretical physicist, anarchist, muse
I may have misled you in my earlier blogs. No, not "may have;" I absolutely got it wrong. It's not that matter attracts light or that black holes won't let it go, but that matter shapes the context in which light travels. In fact, matter shapes the context in which all things move, including infinitely small things like photons, and infinitely big things like planets, and infinitely complex, tangled and wacky creatures of massiveness and light . . .
. . . like you.
What I'm talking about is gravity and it's widely misunderstood by the average Jo(e). Like most people I hang out with (who aren't staking careers in physics), you probably think gravity is a force that acts on things, pulling them, holding them, giving them weight. Not so.
Gravity is context. It's the result of hills and valleys we can't see, but inescapably dwell within.
The space we occupy is a fabric of prolific nothingness and time, stretching in all directions simultaneously. When chunks of matter interact with this fabric, it bends. The more massive an object is, the deeper the curve in the fabric around it.
Imagine a thick cotton sheet held securely by a team of very strong, dedicated sheet-holders. It's a beautiful, sunny day and they are suspending this sheet perfectly, several feet above an empty swimming pool. Toss a penny onto the sheet. It shimmers, but nothing much happens. Your team of hulky holders remain at a distance from each other, on the secure perimeter. Now toss a bowling ball onto the sheet. It dips accordingly; everyone moves a little closer to the edge to accommodate the change while the penny slides down, toward the ball. Now toss in a compacted Mini-Cooper, crushed to the size of a small suitcase (a dense, very heavy mini Mini) and crash! The bowling ball rolls helplessly into the pit created by the car. The folks holding onto the sheet are instantly lured into a new degree of intimacy, cursing me for not filling the pool with water (sorry, guys).
This is how gravity works. It shapes the space around us so things within that space roll toward other things. When several massive objects compete, the fact of the landscape determines how far you roll and in which direction. For example, the sun is unimaginably huge compared to Earth - which explains why we don't get a pass to leave our cosmic homeroom. The Sun's dip in the space-time fabric creates an incline the Earth can't roll out of. But we also have massive Jupiter and Saturn shaping our situation, thus tilting our slope in other directions. Which explains why we don't go crashing into a blaze of glory despite the Sun's powerful seduction. Other massive objects modify the curve we're rolling in and keep us in check.
This also explains why Earthlings don't float up into the horizon while holding sheets over empty pools. The mass of the Earth creates a curve we don't have the strength to overcome. We're inside an abyss with very steep, slippery walls and no grip. The Earth created the shape around us by bending space-time into this enormous cup. We look up into the heavens, but we can't jump to meet them.
So we build rockets.
Yes. Rockets. Because gravity overcomes gravity. And speed - motion - has its own wicked gravity.*
Down in the deeps of our slippery sloped abyss created by Earth, let's say we invent an ultra-cool skateboard that gathers momentum quickly enough to build serious speed. Step on it and set your aim for the rim: you can escape with the right velocity, even though you still weigh in with much less matter than the Earth. That's how rockets get out beyond the blue. They aren't "heavy" enough to change the shape of the abyss, but they're fast enough to roll uphill.
Which brings me to the galaxy of metaphors gravity inspires for me. "If you build it, they will come." "Like moths to a flame." "A rolling stone gathers no -" wait, scratch that. A Rolling Stone (capital R, capital S) gathers mucho moss! And I'm not just talking about Kate (a shameless pun), but about the "moss" of fame, celebrity, money, clout and attraction that keeps the population slipping toward it: rockstar gravity, baby. A small stone rolls and rolls, becoming inescapably massive to the lighter creatures in its orbit.
Even if you don't like my example - not a diehard Stones fan - you've been affected by the curve they create. Perhaps only in your thoughts, but thought is enough to make the point. If you're not actually rolling toward them, it's because you're rolling away - toward something else which overcomes their mass in your world - or because you're more massive than the band.
How does a celebrity wield gravity? How does one idea sell millions while another goes bust? What explains good luck and "bad" luck in your story? How do you change the matter (people, opportunities, things, emotions) orbiting your life?
Recognize that gravity works on you. It shapes the context in which you exist.
And then recognize more importantly that YOU are a center of gravity yourself. You shape the context in which you and others live. You are the penny, or the bowling ball, or the heavy mini Mini that influences the way the team on the perimeter moves closer or keeps its distance.
The gravity you bring to the story of space-time depends on how you fill yourself with Self. How massive are you in terms of the density and quality of love, wisdom, self-esteem, creative expression, humor, power and receptivity you cultivate internally? The more you fill up with the Self you want to be, the greater your ability to bend the fabric, shape the landscape, become a rock star in your own way.
And if, on your own, you still don't have enough mass to affect the greater good or generate the intense buzz you need to get your idea - your biz - your new life off the ground, then add mass to your mass. Collaborate. Invite. Network and connect. Join hands with people who share your vision - or who, at the very least, help you fill yourself with Self so you can gravity-up and get things rolling.
I fill my heart, my sensibilities and my being with the substance of clear, joyful desire and compassion and lyricism and love until I become a massive curving force in the space-time fabric of my world. As I increase my mass, more love and poetry and compassion and desire come into my geometry. Ah, happy, creative life!
But, hey. There's a flip side. Paparazzi. Nuisances. Cynical, naysaying moons in orbit. Sludge and vampires. What happens if your massiveness creates a valley into which the ick and ugh get trapped with you? How do you undo what gravity has done? How do you free yourself of weighty objects like negativity, poverty, despair, or failure?
Lose some gravity. The weightier things that fell in will keep their curve, but you will not enforce it. As you become lighter and lighter, you become available to other alluring matter beyond the dip you're in.
Then, start moving!
Motion is your key. Gather speed. Dance, think, follow-through, make the call, decide decide decide to want more, create, write, sing, give, call out - MOVE. Become a rocket aiming for the stars.
*As we know, according to general relativity everything falls democratically, in the same way, along lines in space-time called geodesics. The reverse of the coin is that everything also produces gravity, that is, everything curves space-time and bends geodesics. This fact implies some surprising new effects, far removed from our experience, but known to be solid predictions of relativity from the beginning. For instance, light and electricity are heavy. Not only is light bent by gravity, it also attracts other objects; a sufficiently energetic light ray would pull you toward itself. Motion is heavy, too, and a fast star attracts others more than does a steady one. Indeed gravity emanates from everything, be it heat, light, magnetic fields, even gravity itself. It is this last feature that makes the mathematics of relativity so complicated: It describes matter producing gravity and then gravity itself as the source for more gravity in an intricate cascade.From Faster Than the Speed of Light
The sun can coax a poppy from a seed, turn on the green of its stem, raise the pulsing red of her petals to a heady passion. The sun can stipple your skin with freckles, bronze you to perfection, burn you to a crisp. You can read by its rays racing through a window to the open page of your book. You can gage the time of day by the shadow you cast in its spotlight. It's bright. It's also very far away.
The sun is a nuclear flame flickering more than 93 million miles from the rim of your sunglasses. Ninety-three million miles from hometown earth.
Between here and there: darkness and stars.
Photons fill the ocean of space between us and the twinkling orbs we wish upon, but we see mostly dark canvas after sundown. Do you think that's because our little globe blocks every photon during the "night?" Not a chance. The sun is 100 times our size. Its radiation moves right on by and turns on our faithful moon. It rockets across the solar system another 795 million miles and turns on Saturn for our gazing pleasure. Yet space between us and the moon ... between earthly lovers impressed by Saturn's spark: though thick with traveling photons, appears mostly dark.
- Because yang requires yin.
- Because photons require matter.
- Because light requires substance.
We see light (and matter, for that matter) when photons contact something with enough density to catch and contain them. Whether it's a flash or a steady glow, the it we see is that interaction between stuff and light.
Without stuff, no light reflects. Photons travel through the vastness seeking context, but emit nothing we can see until there's something to bump up against and tango.
So the question is: can you wield this metaphor?
What matter are you creating that is worthy of attracting photons?
What matter are you?
And what matter catches the radiance you emit?
Rumi says: there is a light seed grain inside / you fill it with yourself or it dies.
I say: choose wisely the substance you give yourself over to; live lucidly and luminously even in the smallest part of your day; turn on the sun - and lighten up.
Let’s start with what it’s not:
it’s not sympathy or pity
it’s not blind acceptance or inappropriate leniency
it’s not the mantra of a spineless amoeba
it’s not a desire or mandate to fix another human being
it’s not a finite resource
It is a state of grounded empathy
a fearless sense of open connection
an intelligent “emotional telepathy”
an ability to see through the surface to discern
what’s really running this story
… or, at least an awareness that there’s more to the story than you may ever fully know
it’s an ability to sit with another’s pain without becoming consumed by it
and an ability to sit with your own pain without
giving it license to define who you are
it is power
the power to feel larger than the story – to activate an
expansive and abiding love that invites
it is the conscious wish for someone else to experience
happiness (to let their heart come out and play again)
it is a state of active-connected-detachment
(I’m here to help–I feel your pain–I’m not you)
it is rooted in self-esteem: the keen ability to
trust your intuition and to be yourself in any scenario
it is inexhaustible
you cannot run out of compassion
it does not drain you; it refreshes and nourishes infinitely
Compassion for another person requires a willingness to step INside their story and see how it feels; the stamina to do so without becoming lost in it or attached to the outcome; the heart-felt wish for them to experience health and happiness.
Compassion for oneself requires a willingness to step OUTside your own story and see it with loving eyes; the courage to recognize truth and follow new leads; the wish for your own heart to heal and the intention to add a vibrant rhythm to enhance the greater dance around you as you begin to join in.